"What do you mean?" she asked.
"You never seen de shadow of La Clede cliffs? De soft black and purple—more like clouds. You got hair like it."
Norah snorted visibly and continued sweeping. She did not seem to care for Joe's compliments.
"You much sad, eh?" queried Joe softly. "I'm sorry."
Norah looked at him, but continued her work.
"Your eyes be sad." Joe was very sympathetic now. "You make mistake in one man and now you be very sad, eh?"
Norah flushed slightly, but did not reply.
"You must not be sad," continued Joe. "Why you don't smile and drive de clouds from your eyes? You are de prettiest girl in de worl', and you must not be sad."
It suddenly occurred to Norah that Joe was trying to make love to her, and she was not at all pleased.
"You smile at Joe Burgoyne and he feel proud. Maybe I bring you de nice present, eh? I'm like to do dat."